Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Japan,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scion,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.